Quotes from D.E. Stevenson

She mentions the salary she is prepared to offer, and hopes it will be acceptable, but, as this part of the letter is quite illegible, I cannot tell whether it is acceptable or not. Grace has told her I have no experience, but Miss Clutterbuck does not mind as long as I have my head screwed on the right way. Miss Clutterbuck has had to sack her former assistant because she was a fool—no head at all and apt to take the huff when her shortcomings were mentioned.

R. L. S. put it like this: 'Let it be enough for faith that the whole creation groans in mortal frailty, strives with unconquerable constancy.

Julia understood perfectly and was not sorry to be banished, for she was half-way through Villette, which she had found on Uncle Randal's shelves. Lucy Snowe was annoying, of course (Julia would have liked to take her and shake her and tell her not to be a silly little ass), but all the same she was so enthralled by the creature's misadventures that it was difficult to put the book down.

That would be foolish," he said thoughtfully. " You see, Davie, if I was wanting a man to help me with the lambing I'd never wait until the lambing had started. I'd get him into the way of things before. He'd be some help to me then. It's the same with war. I'll need to learn to be a soldier before the fighting starts. That's the sensible way of doing.

They don't understand anything," declared Mother smiling at me rather sadly. "They don't even know that there's anything to understand. They're like horses with blinkers —they just see what's in front of their noses and nothing more. I'm always terribly sorry for horses with blinkers," added Mother with a sigh.

She was grateful to him. So Caroline had said "yes" to Arnold Dering and had done her level best to make him a good wife. She

Life is like looking out of a lot of different windows," explained Malcolm.

Mr. Mackenzie endeavoured to persuade me to buy a bed, but I refused for I had decided to have a new one. The bed in Mrs. Hall's boarding-house with its queer musty smell had given me a horror of second-hand beds and bedding. My refusal pained Mr. Mackenzie and to soothe his injured feelings I consented to buy a large old-fashioned chest of drawers and a standard lamp with a parchment shade.

Mrs. Ayrton was equally bewildered. She picked up the book and began to turn over the pages and in a very few moments her idea that Shakespeare's Plays were suitable reading for the young received a severe shock. She replaced the book in her husband's library and informed her daughters that they were not to read Shakespeare's Plays.

Not at all, I'm most interested." He was deeply interested; he had heard most of this story from Miss Wentworth, but by no means all. Besides, he was not averse to hearing it from a different angle; his legal training and experience had shown him the desirability of hearing a story from as many angles as possible.

I had been watching the porters and it had looked easy; they swung the crates as if they were full of feathers, but I discovered that the crates were very heavy indeed, it took me all my time to lift them. I was soft, of course, for I had had very little exercise all the winter and I was unskilled into the bargain. The porters were amused at my attempts to help them but they were quite decent about it; probably they thought I was doing it for a joke.

What would you say if I told you we were lost?' says Guthrie suddenly, in a conversational tone. I reply instantly that I should be extremely angry, and cancel his pilot's certificate. 'Well, I told you the Little People would be angry,' he says deprecatingly

She had sunk her whole personality to be Arnold's wife, but even that was not enough, he was still unsatisfied … he took everything and still wanted more. Sometimes Caroline had felt that a woman of stronger, tougher fibre might have made a better wife for Arnold, a woman who could have stood up to him and remained a whole person.

What is it?" asked Miss Marks at last. "Is it serious?" "Of course it's serious," replied Dr. Wrench. "You don't have pain without a cause. Pain is simply nature's way of warning us that something has gone wrong." "Very serious?" asked Miss Marks anxiously.

She had thought of marriage, of course (what girl has not?), but she had only thought vaguely: Some day I shall be married and have children. Now she had begun to think seriously, reasonably and frankly, and she saw that unless a miracle happened there was not the slightest chance of her getting married and having children, for she had no opportunity of meeting people of her own age.

she was a good person to confide in because she didn't make silly suggestions as to what you should do or shouldn't do, she just listened.

didn't want it," he said. "It didn't matter to me if 'itler took Poland. What's Poland to me? Why didn't we let 'im 'ave Poland if that's what 'e wanted." "Poland was just the beginning. He would have swallowed Poland first and then he'd have come for us—one at a time, that was his idea.

Why not let Frances have a holiday?" inquired ?r. Wheeler, who was sick to death of the eternal argument. "It will do her good to be on her own for a bit." "On her own!" screamed Mrs. Wheeler. "Henry, what nonsense you talk! How can she go and live in a hotel by herself?" "I'm twenty-five," said Frances desperately. "I can look after myself perfectly well. I want a holiday . . . I've never had a holiday in my life.

It is, really. And we need stories more than ever now. We need stories to entertain us, to help us to forget our troubles, to fill our lives with colour." He paused and then added, "The period you've chosen is very colourful." "Would

Penney had felt just a little bit frightened about the job she had taken on, but she had prayed that she might be guided and the prayer had been answered by an inflowing of confidence, firm and sure and peaceful. Prayers are not always answered, as Penney well knew, but this one had been answered in no uncertain manner. It was going to be all right.

Husbands are annoying at times, but they are a habit which grows on one, and life is extraordinarily dull without them.

Love isn't warmth and coiness; it's fire and glory!

James thought he might learn from Daniel how to be alone and yet not lonely, how to be self-sufficient. One must not become selfish of course (Daniel was not selfish), but it would be a useful lesson to learn how to find happiness inside oneself.

It is a pity that kindness isn't more common," said Frank with a little difficulty. "There is kindness in German hearts, too, but it is hidden from view because kindness has become a crime.